The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Tang Yixin himself had also drunk a few sips of wine, and as he walked in the backyard of the Sheng family, he felt a little tipsy and dizzy.

He has never been a good drinker.

Today I drank some sweet fruit wine again, and the wind made my face feel hot.

There are crape myrtles planted everywhere in the Sheng family yard, and the fragrance is everywhere in the evening breeze.

Occasionally, you can see wooden stakes and long swords used for martial arts training. It turns out that they are from a family that practices martial arts and cultivates Taoism.

Elegant but not vulgar.

Tang Yixien likes it very much.

He walked at a steady pace, and after passing through the corridor, he could see the back door.

He thought to himself that Xiao Xuanwu was waiting for him at the back door.

He pursed his lips and smiled faintly, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed very light footsteps behind him.

Ever since his cultivation level recovered to the early stage of the Golden Core, he has become much more sensitive to this kind of sound and breath than before.

He stopped and turned around suddenly.

Under the moonlight, in the corridor, Sheng Qingye, dressed in a green robe, stood behind him.

He had a handsome and bright smile on his face, but it couldn't hide the sharp light in his eyes.

"Master, where are you going in such a hurry? It's not nice to leave without saying goodbye. I will be sad."

The tone clearly showed that he was a little drunk.

"I... Your Master has something to do, so I'll go back first. You can stay at home with Patriarch Sheng for the next two days, and then return to Biling Peak in a few days."

Tang Yixien deliberately avoided the question.

After that, he turned around and left.

He sensed a hint of danger in Sheng Qingye's gradually brightening eyes.

This wolf cub is going crazy again.

But it was too late. He felt his waist tighten instantly. It was Sheng Qingye's chain.

He was dragged backwards.

Then, he felt a solid chest behind him, and Sheng Qingye gently hugged him from behind.

"Thank you for the gift, Master." A clear and sincere voice sounded behind Tang Yixien's ears.

Tang Yixin only then realized that in just half a year, Sheng Qingye had become taller than him.

"As long as you like it, let me go first, okay?" Tang Yixien knew that Sheng Qingye might be drunk, and said slowly.

The chain on Tang Yixin's waist slowly slid down and was gradually retracted.

Just when Tang Yixien breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt himself lifted into the air in an instant and was picked up by Sheng Qingye. Before he could react, Sheng Qingye had already pressed him against the trunk of the crape myrtle tree next to him.

He raised his eyes and saw Sheng Qingye's bold and handsome face, but this time there was a hint of confusion and glimmer in his eyes, and he just looked at him like that.

Eyes facing each other.

The petals of the crape myrtle fell one by one, and one of them fell on Sheng Qingye's hair.

The boy's eyes were filled with youthful and infatuated tenderness.

This scene is really...

Tang Yixien instinctively lowered his eyes, avoiding such a burning gaze.

Sheng Qingye slowly lifted Tang Yixian's chin and stared into his eyes again. His blurred eyes reflected a sincere and bright light, and his cheeks were slightly red because of drinking.

"Master, please be my Taoist partner! The Sheng family will defend the Tang family to the death."

These words were spoken sincerely and domineeringly.

Almost no one can resist such a sentimental and youthful feeling.

Unfortunately, he met Tang Yixin, who was not romantic.

Sheng Qingye was probably drunk. When he was drunk, his eyes were full of affection when he looked at everyone, Tang Yixian thought.

"Sheng Qingye, stop making trouble. I'm going back to Biling Peak. You should have a good rest."

Sheng Qingye could drink a lot. Although he had some courage and impulse due to being slightly tipsy, he was extremely sober in his heart.

He felt his heart sink, and then his eyes flashed with the rebelliousness of being hurt.

He pulled Tang Yixian's wrist and said,

"Master, one day, you will be my Taoist partner, Sheng Qingye. Don't even think about escaping!"

Young people are full of energy and always seem to like saying this kind of things.

At this moment, his nostrils were filled with the cool magnolia fragrance of his master, and his heart was beating violently.

As the wind blew, the drunkenness from the fruit wine rushed to his head, and he just wanted to get close to the person in front of him.

Sheng Qingye's eyes darkened, like falling stars. He lifted Tang Yixin's chin, his movements immature and ignorant, and slowly moved to kiss him.

At the same time, Xuan Yuran was at the back door of Sheng's house. He leaned against the door, waiting for his master.

Master told him to wait here, so he waited.

For some reason, he felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

Under the crape myrtle tree.

Tang Yixin's jaw was actually a little painful from being squeezed by Sheng Qingye. How come after getting drunk, he became stronger and his personality became more erratic.

"Sheng Qingye, wake up..."

He saw Sheng Qingye's handsome face approaching him and was really about to kiss him.

Tang Yixien just let Sheng Qingye, the wolf cub, act recklessly because he could see that Sheng Qingye was drunk.

He didn't want to hurt Sheng Qingye, but now he couldn't bear it.

He summoned 10% of his spiritual power and pushed forward with a palm, hitting Sheng Qingye right on the chest.

Sheng Qingye suddenly felt a pain in his heart and flew backwards.

This palm strike from Tang Yixien was completely different from the previous ones.

This is a palm strike from a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.

Seeing that Sheng Qingye was staggering after being hit by him, he immediately summoned his spiritual power and used a whirlwind to slightly protect Sheng Qingye.

Today is his birthday and he doesn't want Sheng Qingye to get hurt.

Besides, if we want to teach him a lesson, we have to wait until he sobers up, and he is not sober at all now.

Sheng Qingye stood firm, with a puzzled look on his face. Has the master's cultivation level improved?

Was he knocked flying?

At this moment, Jin Xiaoxiao came from behind, followed by several servants of the Sheng family.

"Xiaoxiao, you're here just in time. Help Sheng Qingye back. He's drunk."

"Yes, Master," Jin Xiaoxiao replied.

After Tang Yixien finished speaking, he turned and walked into the corridor and headed towards the back door.

Seeing her master walking away, Jin Xiaoxiao came to Sheng Qingye and said softly,

"Are you drunk? Why am I so unconvinced?"

They grew up together, and he had never seen Sheng Qingye drunk. He might act crazy when he was a little tipsy, but he had never lost consciousness.

As the two of them talked, their eyes were always looking in the direction where the master was walking.

"Xiaoxiao, which direction is that? Why do you think Master would go through the back door of my Sheng family?"

Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao looked at each other, both with confusion and doubt in their eyes.

Tang Yixien was confused by Sheng Qingye's disturbance.

He just walked towards the back door.

He was not yet familiar with some of the folk customs of Yuanzhi Continent, or rather, he was not yet familiar with the rules of such a wealthy family.

The back door of a large house is usually used by extremely humble servants, or outsiders who deliver food and eat.

With a background like the eldest son of the Tang family, he should have never used the back door before.

How could this not arouse the suspicion of Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao?

But Tang Yixin didn't know all this.